The senseless chatter continued to get louder as he played around with his hands. He attempted to drown out the insistent groaning of his gut, which demanded attention. To the right a steamy window was trapping him in as he was dragged by the swaying motion of the bus. To the left was his escape, through a blur of people and sound.
His stomach continued to writhe and throb, urging him to flee. Suddenly smothered by the cold stares of other passengers, his body began to give up. As he rose from his seat familiar faces watched in confusion as he marched down the corridor too early.
His body had failed him yet again.